Far away in the lakes, far away is the land
where my cattle grazed
Where is my farm, where is the land
Where is the head of the deer gone
Oh, why am I leaving...
Why is the bell ringing in the lower window
of doom and gloom
Why don't you hear it
as I do< br/>The cup of my life is empty
but it is not I who drinks
What is your faith, what is the reason for it
Is it always required that someone sacrifice
May I find life, may I find a way
that leads to freedom from the icon
Still yearning for Hiitelä's mind
I took first to my father's step
Without a tingle
inside me a horn
I am cheerful
lost on the road missing
I thought...
having earned my life,
having given my own
The flame of anger rages on the table
and this grudge still strikes
through Härkä of your neck
It is a stilling for you
That the bellows roar up to the sky
Therefore the peace of the grave is guaranteed
That the stony tower screams wildly
Is such a thing for you a wise man
who sees evil where there is none
Is such love for you
that closes his eyes to the world
The cup of your life is empty
and it's not me who drinks from it
Leaping with long strides
carefully thinking of the mountain
the ground under me already sinking
into the cold lap of the sea
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